I chose this path, out of all of the ways I could have picked.

And I’m still choosing.

Even in this moment.

Whether or not it is embraced,

I continue on.

Drifting. No, not passive, but active.

Propelled further from my past,

Fingers gliding over people and places,

Grabbing and letting go,

let go-let go-let go.

Hemoglobin and myoglobin between old and new faces.

These words are more for me,

than you.